Trailing rigid yellow satin robe,
you have hugged my curves the longest
and felt the way I leave the grounds running.
Traveling up and down my long lean legs,
and the lower United States too.
I am a mess they do not dare quantify.
Towering my misspoken 2AM un-sents,
the half licked envelopes of Sunday's unrest.
Over detailed lines of over stated emotions layed.
Taking a moment to mention the mourning
of my lost ability to create more than myself.
Maybe it is not what i've created, but when.
Tasking away to write more than i should know,
they tell me that I have never really known.
But what do they know?
Tenaciously giving life to words with low meaning,
streaming about the lines I weave whilst sneering.
I am not livid, but I have been alive.
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 7:35 PM UTC
Trailing rigid yellow satin robe,
you have hugged my curves the longest
and felt the way I leave the grounds running.
Traveling up and down my long lean legs,
and the lower United States too.
I am a mess they do not dare quantify.
Towering my misspoken 2AM un-sents,
the half licked envelopes of Sunday's unrest.
Over detailed lines of over stated emotions layed.
Taking a moment to mention the mourning
of my lost ability to create more than myself.
Maybe it is not what i've created, but when.
Tasking away to write more than i should know,
they tell me that I have never really known.
But what do they know?
Tenaciously giving life to words with low meaning,
streaming about the lines I weave whilst sneering.
I am not livid, but I have been alive.
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